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It had been 5 weeks since Mr. Morris’ and my little chat.
“I think . . . we’re deeply into a matter that we will never get out of.” Dylan said, we were sitting in the garden, the one place without cameras. The sun was going down and ever since I told him the story we always talked about it. Repeating the same things over and over again.
“So? What do we do? Listen to him?” I wondered, before saying aloud.
“Wait, so you’re telling me, he jumped off a massive building and landed on the ground swiftly before getting into a car and mysteriously getting out of it without getting out of it?” he looked down at the many, many floors below. “He mysteriously appeared and then exited the hospital through a dint in the floor, and an hour ago he pulled you underneath a river before leading you through several secret passageways?” his mouth was slightly agape and I stifled a laugh.
“Gee, when you say it like that.”
“We have to listen to him. Do whatever he says. What’s his name?”
“Well here’s the thing,” I fiddled with my hair bashfully, “He won’t tell me. But he says to call him Dr. Morris.”
“What about his accent we might be able to find out some things through that.”
I shook my head and Dylan shot me a quizzical look.
“Here’s the thing . . . His accent always changes, and I mean always, he won’t tell me anything. He knew my mother. Heck, he knew your father.”
“My dad?” he asked, looking kind of sad at the mention of his father, “And your mother?” now he looked genuinely confused.
“I’m as confused as you feel. But I’ve come to the understanding that you have information that you’re not keen to share with me.” I frowned.
“You’ll find out in good time, Tanse. Don’t worry.” I knew that answer was coming, but it was worth a shot.
“You sound exactly like him. He also says you worry like your father.”
“Yes.” He grinned, “But you know me, I don’t worry for other people.” He said putting emphasis on other. “Plus, I like to keep my secrets to myself.”
“What is this? The Keeping secrets from Tansy show?” I whined, “We’re best . . .” I stopped then realised I kept wanting to say best friends.
He rolled his eyes, “We need to come up with a name.”
“What about we keep saying best friends but if they ask we’ll tell them we’re together. If you get me?” It was a good idea; I was trying not to show how eager I was to hear his reply.
“Sounds good to me. And less confusing. Algebra makes my head hurt.” He said knowingly. I knew fine well he hated maths but this was clearly science. Get it—chemistry?
“You know? With all this drama and mystery. I’m seriously not worried about the sacrifice. At first I was sad, as every person should be. But it seems unrealistic now. I’ll save my tears for in the woods.”
“Like I was saying all along . . .” he smirked, he just loved being right.
“Moving swiftly on,” I said quickly making him grin, “Do we just – wait? Maybe he’ll include you on his little stop-bys.” I thought about it a second after I said. Two words: Very unlikely.
“I don’t think so.” He murmured unsatisfied, “But who am I to challenge him.”
I nodded; the darkness was slowly starting to take over the grounds.
“We should go back inside, watch a movie or something.”
“Good idea. My camera and I?” he asked, hoping that I would agree and celebrate the old TV show about a boy and his passion for movie making. But this is the real world and you don’t let people get away with corny TV shows.
“No.” I stated calmly he nodded reluctantly and sighed.
“I knew you’d say that.”
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The Other Side
Teen FictionTansy May's life has been nothing but an unfortunate roller-coaster of events; from thinking she was going to be burned to death by a bunch of crazy religionists, to being taken to another side of the world that she only thought existed in movies. ...
